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TED, GOLDLOCKS, 

AND OTHERS. 


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VERSES BY CLARA DOTY BATES. 

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PICTURES BY LIZZIE LAWSON. 



D. LOTHROP AND COMPANY 


FRANKLIN STREET. 




Copyright, 1S83, 

By D. Lothrop & Company. 





Press of Rockwell and Churchill, 

39 Arch St., Boston. 


THE CHRIST-MAS CARDS. 



THE CHRIST-MAS CARDS. 


A RING at the door ; 

The post-man said : 

“ Some-thing here 

For the cur-ly-head — 

“ For the cur-ly-head 
A bon-bon box ; 

And a big en-vel-ope 
For sweet Gold-Locks.” 

Who could have sent them ? 

Af-ter a pause, 
Some-bod-y whis-pered, 

“ San-ta Claus! ” 


And mine has a heart 
On the cov-er too,” 
Glee-ful-ly shout-ed 
Lit-tle Boy Blue. 

Leave the ten-pins. 

And drop the ball, 
Christ-mas cards 
Are bet-ter than all ! 

San-ta Claus* let-ters 
They are? In-deed, 
You lit-tle folks 

Should learn to read ! 


A FISH-ING AD-VEN-TURE. 



ted-dy's luck. 


A FISH-ING AD-VEN-TURE. 

Pa-tient lit-tle fish-er boy, sit-ting by the brook, 

Has a pole, and has a line, and has a pret-ty hook ; 

Up come the lit-tle trout, speckl-ed gold and red. 

Catch them-selves on pur-pose, be-cause it is our Ted. 

Glad lit-tle fish-er boy puts them in a pail ; 

Ev-er-y lit-tle fin-ny fel-low flound-ers like a whale ; 

H ome he runs, home he runs, cry-ing out with joy, 

‘‘ Mam-ma, see what / have done — your bold fish-er-boy !** 

Pail is old and rus-ty — what will Ted-dy do ? 

Bot-tom part has fal-len out, fish-es have slipped through ! 
Stop a bit — wait a min-ute ! some-thing is a-wry ! 

Hold it up ! — poor lit-tle Ted ! will he laugh or cry ? 


GRAND-PA S GUESTS. 



GRAND-PA’S GUESTS. 

When once a year his birth-day comes 
The chil-dren are de-light-ed, 

For grand-pa gives a par-ty then 
To which they are in-vit-ed. 

Their very pret-ti-est clothes they wear, 

And they crowd a-round the great arm-chair. 
Where he sits with beau-ti-ful white hair. 

And such a ta-ble as is spread 

With sweet-meats by the doz-ens, 
E-nough to feed an-oth-er score 
Of ea-ger lit-tle cous-ins. 

And sure to see each has his share, 

And the jol-li-est, kind-est, dear-est there, 

Is grand-pa, with his snow-white hair. 


A NEW KIND OF PUS-SY-CAT. 



A NEW KIND OF PUS-SY-CAT. 


“ Here is a pus-sy-cat, 

A new kind of pus-sy-cat, 

An odd, queer pus-sy-cat. 
Lying on the sand ; 

‘‘It does not look like Top-sy, 
It does not look like Tab-by, 
And when I call it Wink-ie 
It does not un-der-stand. 

“ Come and see me, kit-ty, 
Pret-ty, pret-ty kit-ty. 

Poor, lit-tle kit-ty, 

ril stroke you with my 
hand.” 


One lit-tle lov-ing pat 
Gives the ba-by — on-ly that ; 
The new kind of pus-sy-cat, 
Lying on the sand. 

That does not look like Top-sy, 
And does not look like Tab-by, 
And when she calls it Wink-ie 
Does not un-der-stand, 

That’s neith-er soft nor fur- 
ry, 

Nor full of play, nor pur-ry, 
Seiz-es in a hur-ry 

And bites the ba-by’s hand. 


A LIT-TLE TIFF. 



THE QUAR-REL. 


MAK-ING UP. 


A LIT-TLE TIFF. 

Once when I tru-ly on-ly meant to speak, 
I struck my lit-tle broth-er on the cheek. 
Dear me — he put his fin-gers to his eyes, 
Though he is brave, and hard-ly ev-er cries. 

’Twas naugh-ty as it could be, and the place 
Looked, oh, so red, up-on his lit-tle face, 
The ver-y spot where dim-pies play bo-peep. 
And mam-ma kiss-es most when he’s a-sleep ! 

I was so sor-ry right a-way ; I said, 

‘‘I did-n’t, did-n’t mean to do it, Ted!” 
And then I cried so ver-y hard, you see. 
He had to come and coax and com-fort me. 


A SPRING SHOW-ER. 


A SPRING SHOW-ER. 


“ My gyp-sy hat 

For my lit-tle head — 

I can’t wait a min-ute ! ” 

Gold Locks said. 

Look out, lit-tle girl, 

Through the win-dow pane; 

You’ll have to wait 
Un-til af-ter the rain. 

With a flood like this 
Straight from the sky, 

Not ev-en um-brel-las 
Could keep you dry. 


But there’s wa-ter e-nough, 
My lit-tle lass, 

Stream-ing and drip-ping 
Out-side the glass, 

With-out your tears 
To help the wet ! 

Have you thought to look 
For a rain-bow yet? 

Ah, see through the clouds 
A glimpse of the sun ! 

And hark to the thrush-es — 
The rain is done. 




A PEN-NY TO SPEND. 



A PEN-NY TO SPEND. 


They gave me a pen-ny 
If I wouldn’t cry ; 

We’ll spend it to-geth-er, 
You and I. 

Look in the win-dow — 
What shall we take ? 

There is a beau-ti-ful 
Frost-ed cake. 

Cook-ies in plen-ty, 

All one needs, 

Speck-ed in the mid-dle 
With car-a-way seeds. 


How man-y buns 

Would a pen-ny buy ? 
We nev-er can tell 
Un-til we try. 

You must be fair, 

You see, and di-vide : 

I like the ones 

With the cream in-side. 

A whole bag full ! 

Well, that will do ! 
These are for me — 

That one for you. 



BUT-TER-CUP, THE EOS-SY. 



BUT-TER-CUP, THE BOS-SY. 

The lit-tle new bos-sy is so red, 

Al-most the col-or of a clo-ver-head ! 

Lit-tle red But-ter-cup, lit-tle red But-ter-cup — 
This is the path she will come up. 

Here we’ll wait at the mead-ow gate 
For half an hour, at an-y rate. 

Till, kling-i-ty-kling, the cow-bells ring. 

And we catch a glimpse of the pret-ty thing. 

From the top-most bar, for ev-er so far, 

We see to the green field where they are ; 

O, But-ter-cup, But-ter-cup, lit-tle red But-ter-cup ! 
This is the path she will come up. 







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A BRAVE GIRL. 



SEE HOW brave! 


WHAT IF SHE BITES I 



A BRAVE GIRL. 

See what a nice brave girl I am, 

To feed mv lamb ! 

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I go right up to her, close as I can. 
And say, “Nan-nan, 

Here is a pinch of salt or two, 

Pret-ty Nan-nan, that I brought to you — 
Pret-ty Nan-nan ! 



Oh, my! how big she is! Only see 
Her look at me! 

What if her teeth were long and white. 
And she should bite ? 

She’s al-most like the wolf in the wood 
That ate up lit-tle Red Rid-ing Hood — 
Naugh-ty Nan-nan! 



IN THE SWING. 



IN THE SWING. 

Bet-ter than al-most any-thing 

Do the chil-dren love an out-door swing; 

With their soft little hands they hold and cling 
Like birds just out of a nest. 


Try it which-ev-er way they please, 

’Tis good as a green bough in a breeze; 
They kneel in it with their chub-by knees, 
To see if they like that best. 


O-ver and o-ver they do it all, 

Sit in it, stand in it, laugh and call ; 
And then if by an-y chance they fall — 
Why, then you know the rest. 


JACK AND JILL. 




WILL YOU COME? 


AT THE SPRING. 


JACK AND JILL. 

“Oh, lit-tle lass Jill, oh, lit-tle lass Jill, 

Will you come, will you come with me ? 

Lve a new tin pail, and the wa-ter m the well 
Is the cool-est that can be.” 

“ Oh, bold boy Jack, you bold boy Jack, 

You are tell-ing what is not true. 

For sweet as any-thing is the wa-ter in the spring, 
And Ld ra-ther go there, thank you!” 

So off whis-tled Jack with his new tin pail. 

To the cool well on the hill, 

And — cun-ning lit-tle thing — to the sweet-wa-ter spring, 
With her cup in hand, went Jill. 


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LIT-TLE GOLD HEAD. 



“PUT OUT.” GLAD TO MEET 


LIT-TLE GOLD HEAD. 

The lit-tle Gold Head was so ‘'put out,” 
Though none but her-self knew what a-bout, 

That she sat on the door-steps a-while to pout — 
Oh, greed-y lit-tle Gold Head ! 

“ I had one tart, but I want-ed two. 

So, ril run a-way — that’s what I’ll do!” 

And she found White-wool in the mead-ow dew 
Crop-ping the clo-ver red. 

The two were friends, and glad to meet. 

She cried: “Nan-nan, is the clo-ver sweet? 

And can you have all you want to eat?” 

“ Ba-a, ba-a-a!” he said. 


AN OC-TO-BER PIC-NIC. 



AN OC-TO-BER PIC-NIC 


Out on the sun-ny grass, out on the sun-ny grass, 

Goes for an hour’s play the kin-der-gar-ten class. 

The ba-by is so fat and odd, they twine a wreath of gold-en-rod, 
And make be-lieve she’s queen — the lit-tle lass. 

And af-ter she is crowned, and af-ter she is crowned, 

They’ll fetch their bask-ets full of lunch, and seat them-selves 
a-round ; 

The queen will nib-ble bread and cheese, will catch a lit-tle 
cold, will sneeze. 

And throw her crusts and crumbs up-on the ground. 

Oh, nev-er, nev-er mind, oh, nev-er, nev-er mind. 

If at a din-ner on the green some fun-ny things you find— 

All sort of bugs that want the cake ; or if a crick-et by mis-take 
Crawls on the sand-wiches, oh, nev-er mind! 


A WIN-TER DAY S STO-RY. 



GO-INO TO SCHOOL. 


A WIN-TER 

“ Whith-er, oh, whith-er, 
So clole-ful-ly ? ” 

We are go-ing to learn 
Our A. B. C. 

Go-ing to stud-v 

O j 

Our Ps and Os ; 

But what IS the use, 

What is the use ? 

One thing is sure, 

They’re a crook-ed set, 
And that’s all there is 
To the al-pha-bet. 



COM-ING HOME. 


DAY’S STO-RY. 

“ Whith-er, oh whith-er, 
So joy-ful-ly ? ” 

We are run-ning a-way 
From our A. B. C. 

We’ve learned as much 
As we care to know — 
Crook-ed is S, 

And round is O. 

The lit-tle old man 
At the cor-ner sells 
Taf-fy and pea-nuts 
And car-a-mels. 





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THE SNOW FORT. 



THE SNOW FORT. 

Oh, for a fife it is ! 


Look at this reg-i-ment, 
Brave and strong, 

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March-ing a-long ! 

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AH of them of-fi-cers, 

That is clear — 

Cap-tain one, Colo-nel one, 
One Brig-a-dier. 

See what a bat-tie line 
They have formed ! 

Look at the fort a-head 
That must be stormed! 


Oh, for a drum ! 

For-ward ! the en-e-my 
Quake as they come ! 

Bang ! comes a snow-ball 
Out from the fort ! 

Buzz ! bum ! a score of them ! 
No-bod-y hurt ! 

Yet Cap-tain and Colo-nel run. 
Scared most to death, 

And runs the bold Brig-a-dier — 
1 All three out of breath ! 


AN A-PRiL DAY. 



SUN-SHINE. 



AN A-PRIL DAY. 


With song and ban-ner they marched a-way ; 

The sky was blue that A-pril day; 

There was no one to shake a head, and say, 

'‘The house is the bet-ter place to play.” 

’Twas warm, and the grass was green and gay. 
And they marched with a ban-ner, marched a-way. 

But sud-den-ly rain be-gan to fall; 

They ran to the house for a cape, or a shawl. 

And bor-rowed their moth-er’s par-a-sol. 

Quite sure that she wouldn’t care at all. 

A squall it was — but an A-pril squall, 

And ter-ri-bly fast the drops did fall. 


RICH AND POOR. 



IS THIS FAIR? 


RICH AND POOR. 

Pit-y the lit-tle child-ren that stop 
In long-ing and won-der as they pass, 

To see the pret-ty and gild-ed toys 
In-side the glit-ter-ing vvin-dow glass. 

O, they see so ver-y, so ver-y man-y 
And yet, oh, alas ! they can’t have an-y. 

I wish the lit-tle and beau-ti-ful girl 
So wrap-ped in her pret-ty cloak and furs, 
Would hap-pen to turn and see them there 
And smil-ing-ly give them some of hers; 
For she has so ver-y, so ver-y man-y. 

She cer-tain-ly would-n’t miss them an-y. 



THE WA-TER-ING POTo 


THE WA-TER-ING-POT. 



Of all the play-things, large or 
small, 

That mon-ey could have 
bought, 

None ev-er pleased the ba-by 
like 

Her lit-tle wa-ter-ing-pot. 

Not larg-er than a pep-per-box 
It was, and yet the spout 
Could send a doz-en ti-ny rills 
Of wa-ter trick-ling out. 

She made it rain up-on the grass, 

She sprin-kled plant and seed. 

And mam-ma’s pret-ty pan-sy patch 
Kept ver-y fresh in-deed. 

One day a storm came, and the walks 
W ere all too wet for play, 

And ba-by had to stay in-doors 
The whole long, lone-some day. 

She played with stove, and doll, and blocks, 
And wash-tub by the hour ; 


THE WA-TER-ING POT. 


At last she filled her wa-ter-ing-pot, 

But what was there to show-er ? 

Now ba-by had a gyp-sy hat, 

And all a-boiit the crown 

Were dai-sies thick and white ; she took 
The dain-ty tri-fle down. 

And such a sprink-ling as she gave 
Its po-sy-wreath — ah me! 

And such awilt-ed thine it was 
You would have laughed to see. 

And did we scold our lit-tle girl — 

Our bus-y bee.^ Oh, no. 

H ow could we ? for she on-ly thought 
To make the dai-sies grow. 

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MAM-MA’S Lir-TLE DRAW-ING CLASS. 


FLOS-SIE S TOOTH. 


FLOS-SIE’S TOOTH. 



What lit-tle Flos-sie calls her 
“ toose ” 

Was grow-ing loose 
And pa-pa stirred him-self 
a-bout 

To pull it out. 

From mam-ma’s work-box the 
first thing, 

He got a string, 


And then, be-cause she sob- 
bed and cried. 

Threw it a-side. 

At last he said — and it was 
true — 

He did-n’t know what to 
do. 

So mam-ma said, “ Come here 
to me, 

I want to see ; 

Show me the place — which 
is it, dear? 

This one right here ? 

Fm sure it does-n’t need a 
string, 

White, pret-ty thing!” 

She bare-ly touched it — out 
it fell ! 

And Flos-sie — well, 

Al-though they put it in her 

hand 

She could not un-der-stand. 


READ-ING THE PA-PER. 


REAIMNG THE PA-PER. 


It is pa-pa’s pa-per, 
Come and see ! 

I can read it quite 
As well as he. 

H ere is an A, 

And here a D, 

A fun-ny Q, 

And a crook-ed Z. 
And here, oh, here 
Is a toss-it and bake-it 
Pat-ty-cake T. 



THE NEWS. 


A LIT-TLE MOTH-ER. 



I must make my dol-ly a dress that fits; 

’Tis a shame to have her look this way ; 
Her oth-er was torn in-to lit-tle bits. 

When Ton-y shook her so yes-ter- 
day. 

H ere’s nee-dle, and thread, and thim-ble 
too. 

Oh, I’ve so much to do — so much to do! 


so busy! 


ON THE BRIDGE. 


IN THE DOOR-YARD. 


ON THE BRIDGE. 



GOOD FUN FOR BOTH. 


A la-zy dog and a la-zy boy 
Find so much they can en-joy ; 
One with a bent pin for a hook, 
The oth-er sit-ting by to look. 
What do they see by gaz-ing in ? 
A min-now with a sil-ver fin ? 
Or on-ly a sun-beam glanc-ing 
bright 

O-ver the peb-bles smooth and 
white ? 


IN THE DOOR-YARD. 


This is not Miss Muf-fet 
Who sat on the tuf-fet, 

And who by a spi-der 
Was fright-ened a-way ; 

’Tis Ba-by come out to play. 
She has a poke bon-net, 
With feath-ers up-on it, 

And Grass-hop-per bows to 
her: 

‘‘ Ba-by, good-day!” 



DOOR-YARD AC-QUAINT-ANC-ES. 


MAK-ING BE-LIEVE. 


FEED-ING KIT-TY. 


MAK-ING BE-LIEVE. 


Oh, I’m a la-dy like the rest, 

With puffed-up dress and fan, 
And I can dance as pret-ty a dance 
As a-ny-bod-y can. 

’Tis first the heel, and then the toe, 
And then a bow and whirl ; 

I’m a la-dy at a par-ty now, 

And not a lit-tle girl. 



I’m a lady! 


FEE;D-ING KIT-TY. 



MEAT FOR KIT-TY. 


You see I have a bit of meat 
I want the pus-sy-cat to eat: 

I’d give it to her on a fork. 

But mam-ma says that is-n’t neat. 

I’ll feed her at the kitch-en door; 

H er lit-tle dish is on the floor; 

And when she’s eat-en this, I know 
She’ll mew, and mew, and ask for more. 


THE FIRST TIME. 



Here are bon-ny 

Bess and Kate, ^ 

And the lit-tle Nan-ny, 
Come out to skate. 

Three lit-tle girls, 

So bold and gay ; 

In a min-ute more, 

A- way — a-way, 

We shall see them fly ing, 
I sup-pose. 

Each with her cheeks 
Red as a rose. 


Bess cries, “ I can-not 
Stand at all.” 

And Kate screams out, 

“ I know we’ll fall ! ” 

And the lit-tle Nan-ny 

Shrieks, “ Oh my ! ” ^ 

And all three to-geth-er j 

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Be-gm to cry. 

And that is the way 
That Bess and Kate, 

And the lit-tle Nan-ny, 
Learn to skate. 





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